Four days passed since the cinema risk. The secrecy was driving them both insane—in public they acted normal, polite smiles in the colony lanes, quick “hi” if families were around. But the texts at night were filthy:
Priya (11:20 PM): “Rooftop of my building. Parents asleep. Door to terrace unlocked. Come naked under clothes. I want the whole night. Stars. Moon. All positions. Bring nothing—just your dick.”










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